Dandelions and windows.

[irma_boissy]

Despite the fact that everyone in the house asked and wondered who left those dandelions,  (and even some of them suspected that they were for Irma), Irma did not say a thing.

Even if she knew everything about them and didn't even need to guess who was the mysterious gentleman who left them. 

It had been Monsieur Grantaire. 

Maybe she was waiting for another visit of his, maybe not, but the next two nights, she had barely slept.

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[fitofgrandair]

"I am gratified to hear that my lady stood her ground and preserved my poor offering in the face of adversity. It appears I must add courage to the count of your virtues."

The conversation is proceeding smoothly enough, but Grantaire is beginning to feel the tug of edginess. Irma seems to have a close rein on her brothers and their questions, but isn't isn't especially keen on undergoing further examination. It is best not to risk giving too much away or becoming overly familiar with any family members.

There is a simple enough route to slipping away from the encounter.

Taking both of Irma's hands in his own, he offers a smile that quickly becomes apologetic. "I am a fortunate man, indeed, but am also a man bound to perform his role in the world. You must forgive me, Irma; I must take my leave from you. The studio calls, and from time to time, I find it advisable to heed the cry... Though I will no doubt be distracted, my thoughts lingering with the lady who gives such pleasure."

After kissing her hand, Grantaire releases her, moving before he can be delayed. "I will think of nothing save tomorrow.

"And it was a pleasure meeting your clever brothers - I should say 'meeting your brothers on new terms.' Adieu, gentlemen. Au revoir, Mademoiselle."

With a quick bow, he takes his exit.